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Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.
for a friend at allpoetry.
My name is Cara Louann.
My user name is PoovyLou.
My birthday is April 3rd, I am an Aries.
Standing in line, for hours it seems,
I anticipate my turn, to tell him my dreams.
I'm up on deck, and the batter is ready to swing,
and all of a sudden, whooom out of nowhere a loud
noise echoed in the air, gaseous emanations drifting
While traveling along through lifes dreary droll,
From light to light, the traffic did crawl.
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
this is a poem from a seven year old poet
Edward, why don't you give me a bone.